Night has fallen and the lights turn off in the apartment, the last being from within the welcoming master bedroom.  Eyes flashing, the young kitten moves to the side of the bed slowly, his eyes watching to figures, seeing that his human mommy and daddy are settling down under the warm seashell covers.  Leaping gracefully up onto the bed with ease, Tiger stalks up towards his mommy, while throwing a side-way glance at his daddy.  Stepping ever so lightly onto his mom’s chest, he begins his nightly rumbling purr.  He lies down and gets comfortable on his mom’s chest, watching his mom smile at him, only closing his eyes when his mother’s gentle finger caressed his face.  He slaps his gray raccoon striped tail from side to side in loving content; his purring growing slightly louder as he enjoys the sweetly loving petting from his mom.  The petting stops, his sweet deep amber green eyes shoot open in time to see his mother’s hand lay on the bed beside her body and her caring deep forest green eyes close.

He smiles in his own kitty way as he too closes his eyes.  As he continues to purr, he reaches out his big white paw, tenderly petting his mom’s face just as she had pet his tan, gray and white face.

His soft pads caress his mom’s cheek receiving a small smile from her, though only small because is tired.  Opening his eyes once more, he places his paws one each side of her neck and pulls himself forward.  Never skipping a beat in his purring, he gives his mommy’s nose sand papered love kisses again and again, his eyes closing once more as he mimic how he had seen other human and cats kiss.  He stops kissing when his mother moves her head and she quickly gives him kisses back, making him smile his kitty smile.

Satisfied with his routine of comforting automatic purring and his midnight kisses, and even though it truly isn’t midnight, Tiger scoots back down on his mom’s chest.  He readjusts his body on his mom’s chest and lowers his head onto his front paws and closes his eyes for the last time that night.  Growing quiet, he sighs happily as he falls asleep just as his mom drops off into dream world; is dad having fallen asleep already minutes ago before Tiger had began his nightly loving routine.

Tiger sleeps quietly on his mom’s chest until she rolls to her side, when he simply wakes up enough to move with her, pressing his tiny body up against hers and then falls back asleep, only leaving his mom’s side to either use the litter box, get a midnight snack, or a little drink.  But no matter what he has either his body against his mom’s body or a paw on her arm to always have a close connection with the mommy who gives him love.  And even though he knows in his mind that tomorrow he will begin being a brat and terrorizing the other two cats and mom will scold him, at night is their nights.  Night will always be their nights to lie peacefully with one another.